It doesn't bother me much anymore
If they wanna put my name on backwards
Story veined residual gold-deep lore?
Life learned in piecemeal layed out
in glass shards
So it doesn't concern me all that much
Whether got bullet with my name on it
For this world clutch with a very loose touch
Reach for the sky while kneel is predominant
Yesterday's broken dreams team up shambles
Doubt and fear intent to question-you sure?
Path still clear through thick brush
thorny brambles
Raised white flag to Most High in surrender
Borrowing each day never to pay back
Tab been paid in full so nothing I lack.
2-4-2017 Duncan R.M. Ferguson
Sliding Beads on the Sonnet's Abacus:
Try parable flung from hand of a fool
LandOwner two servants both a debtor
Seven strong men can't oust fool throne
own rule
Amount equal grateful? Seen blind beggar.
DRMF
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